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Monday, December 20, 2010

So, this is Santa Claus... Uh-huh...

On Friday we had company's Christmas party.

I was afraid that Ilaria will be terrified by meeting Santa Claus. So I was preparing the moment long time ago, by showing her the poster with Santa Claus on her room's window and by singing "Mos Craciun cu plete dalbe" few times per day.

Ilaria waiting for Santa Claus:

She was watching the clowns, the princesses, children dancing, everything from distance.

Santa came so late and he was so fast assaulted by children, that Ilaria didn't realize much of the moment's importance. I'm so sorry for Santa. He is such a generous and kind old man. But soooo very busy. There wasn't time for him to take every child on his lap...

This is the best picture we have with Santa:

In the end Ilaria didn't have enough energy and interest to look for the presents he gave her:

Maybe next year more excitement will be involved in their meeting. :-)

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SONG FOR A FIFTH CHILD
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm, playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.